forum Revolutionary War Roleplay! [CLOSED]

Started December 04, 2018 by @KalamariCakes

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John lifted his head to kiss her cheek, "I'm so sorry I haven't been here.."

"I can't wear it in front of the other soldiers," she realized in a whisper.

"A cord around your neck, beneath your shirt," he suggested, "Or just leave it in here."

"I'll wear it." She decided, sliding it off her finger. "I just need some string,"

"I've got some in my pack, I think." Pierre scooted backwards to retrieve a worn bag from the side of his sleeping back. After a few minutes of digging around, his hand emerged triumphantly, clutching a roll of leather cord.

She took it, and ran the string through the ring. She shuffled around to allow him to tie it up.

Pierre's fingers grazed the back of her neck as he fumbled with the cord, eventually twisting it into a tight knot.

"Good?" Edonine spoke.

"Perfect," he responded, leaning over he shoulder to press a kiss against her cheek. "You have made me a very happy man."

"And me a happy woman," Edonine purred. "Now come on. Eat a pear," she giggled.

"Your wish is my command," he returned teasingly, reaching for one of the fruits as she'd instructed.

Edonine propped herself up on her arms.

"Pierre? Francis?" Their drill sergeant called for them from outside.

Pierre scrambled to his feet, hastily wiping the pear juice from his chin and reaching over to push open the entrance flap. "Sir?"

"The entire camp is waiting on your two sorry asses," he spoke gruffly. Edonine frowned. They must've not heard the sergeant among the two's excitement.

Shit.

Pierre made a hasty apology, grabbing his jacket from where he'd discarded it on the floor of the tent.

Edonine did the same, shoving the necklace under the overshirt and scrambling to compose herself to an acceptable degree. The drill sergeant watched with a deadpan, impatient expression. To some degree.. this drill sergeant was much worse than Bailey. Edonine remembered, if you did it at just the right time, you could buy yourself out of drill time by offering their old sergeant alcohol. But this one.. oh, Jesus. What a prude, when it came to bribes.

Pierre slipped from the tent, casting a look over his shoulder to see if his fiancée was coming.

She trailed behind with a stiff posture, partially thanks to the binder beneath her shirt. The sergeant walked behind them, as they headed for the lineup.

Pierre forced an emotionless expression onto his face as they walked, ignoring the whispered comments on their tardiness.

Edonine fit herself in line, holding her rifle. She looked dwarfed next to that thing.

Pierre cast her a slightly anxious look, but was soon staring straight ahead in perfect military fashion.

"Prsent!" Their sergeant bellowed. Edonine lifted her gun as told.

Pierre followed orders, letting each of his thoughts slip away.

"Aim!" The sergeant cried. "Fire!"

John lifted his head to kiss her cheek, "I'm so sorry I haven't been here.."

"It isn't your fault," she murmured quietly.

Pierre pulled the trigger as instructed, barely flinching at the cacophonous noise that went up.

John caressed her cheek, and began to sway in a slow dance.

Pierre pulled the trigger as instructed, barely flinching at the cacophonous noise that went up.

His fiancee had become stony and solid against the backfire of the rifle. Oh, how far she'd come.

John caressed her cheek, and began to sway in a slow dance.

Jane hummed softly and moved with him easily.

He rest his chin on her head, humming a familiar song

She smiled and danced the steps perfectly – their first dance at their wedding…